The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1887-07-13
SISTER! SISTER," HE CRIED, MOST
PITIFULLY.


PITIFULLY.
Helen was silent. 1t was useless to
exchange words with these people.
81 don't think young girl of sixteen
who comes in after dark through the
rain with peddler can have much
character to boast Of" said Mrs.
Arnold, her head turned upward and
sideways, so that she might get view
of the culprit's face from beneath her
glasses.
That's what you get by takn' such
trash in your house," said the stern
man ut the door, his chin coming up
again.
1--WE can 90 now if you wish to get
rid of u.s." said Helen.
"Oh, no, don't trouble yourself We
don't want to get rid of you just yet,
so you need not hurry yourself"
'.Do you mean, Judge Arnold. that
am to be arrested for this?" Helen
asked, calmly.
II am inclined to the opinion you
will" the Judge answered. Why the
farmer was called Judge, Helen did not
know. Titles are cheap, and the num-
Der of colonies, judges, and generals
we have in our country is astonishing,
and the lat increases every day.
"Then, sir" said Helen. II will wait
here. am innocent; and know that
God in His goodness will, in some way,
see that am indicated"
You had better depend upon Him,
for He is the only one who can do you
any good" said the iron man, with an
irreverent wit, which he enjoyed.
Helen again relapsed into silence,
and her little brother, grooming with
pain, drew a cbai. up by her side,
climbed into it and lay down with his
head in her lap. She folded her arms
about him, feeling that it was the last
time in life she would ever be permit
ted to take him to her heart.
Mrs. Arnold, having satisfied herself
that nothing else was gone, was called
out by her husband, and the door closed
and locked. The hired man was left
as guard, and Mr.. Arnold got into
his carriage and drove away to Newton
alone. Helen sat there with the little
hot head in her lap. Great tears arose
in her eyes, and she tried to pray, but
could not God would surely not desert
her. She had read of so many persons
punished for crimes they had never
committed that she feared she must
suffer for this. Helen was not one
of those romantic girls who wished
to be II heroine or n martyr. She was
content to live humbly, to have no mis- |
sion save that of helping her crippled |
brother. The child closed his feyerish |
eyes and slept. "Slecp on, little
brother" said Helen, softly, Heaven
only knows where your little head will |
rest tonight"
She did not weep now, her great |
had dried up the fountain of
her grief. But silent, cold and deter
mined, she sat there, trying to bring
herself to face the inevitable.
IF they will only let me take my lit
tic brother with me, shall not muir
mur," she said to herself.
Then she thought of the tempest of
the day before. How much better it
would have been IL both herself and
brother had been killed by the light
ming than lived to see this day. What
evil had brought her to this house. A
natural chain Of reflections brought
Pete, the peddler, TO her memory.
Where was Pete now. Doubtless many
niles on his way with his heavy pack.
rudging along the road. Pete had
promised TO bcfriend her--would he do
{?
Most Of all. she thought Of Warren.
Would he sneer at his avowed love for
,er when he heard II her disgrace.
the bitterest pang she felt
sas that Warren would hear Of her
ALL. The future was dark black. sho
Knew whittier Mr.. Arnold had gone.
H. would return In three ar four hours
with she pherif and . warrant for her,
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